33.
It is done now.
We can call it as triple-leaf base.
34.
Turn the base over.
Quite slow All you little flowers, That she gave me, You shall lie With me in my grave. Why do you all look At me so sadly, As if you had known What would happen to me? You little flowers all, How wilted, how pale! You little flowers all, Why so moist? Ah, tears will not make the green of May, Will not make dead love bloom again. And Spring will come, And Winter will go, And flowers will grow in the grass. And flowers will lie in my grave, all the flowers That she gave me. And when she wanders Past the hill And thinks in her heart: His feelings were true! Then, all you little flowers, Come out, come out, May has come, Winter is over.
